Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.